Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

This delicate weapon is a petal from the Mandala Flower, crafted into a narrow ornamental pin, worn on the chest, yet concealing an even more secretive function.

Only Ji Qiubai knew these secrets.

The gaze of Assassin Tian Lang told Fang Yu that he was aware of the secret of this petal. Even upon seeing the petal, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

This meant he greatly feared the Mandala Flower.

Everything became extremely clear—Ji Qiubai had shared the secret with him!

So—

Was Ji Qiubai targeting him?

Back when the Fang Family was annihilated, he had no choice but to flee with his master, and the territories in Jiangzhou fell one after another into the hands of others. Ji Qiubai, his brother-in-arms who had once fought side by side to conquer lands, unexpectedly took over the entire southern region of Jiangzhou.

If it were someone else, he would have just let it be. Even if the strongest enemy in the world stood before him, he wouldn't easily frown.

But this person was Ji Qiubai! His former brother. It was precisely because of this relationship that Fang Yu was thoroughly enraged.

He couldn't believe that reality was so cruel.

What did years of comradeship count for?

Absolutely nothing!

Whoosh—

The three assassins behind him, seeing Fang Yu's back, were unaware of the furious expression on his face.

As assassins, seeing the target pause in place, exposing his back to the enemy, was undoubtedly the best opportunity in the world! How could they let it go?

However, they had no idea that at this moment, Fang Yu's blood was burning, anger was swelling, and his mood was deteriorating!

Whoosh!

The knife shimmered, approaching swiftly like lightning.

Suddenly, Fang Yu slightly lifted his palm, turned his head back, and grabbed the knife.

The assassin froze momentarily, looked up, and saw a pair of blazing eyes staring intently at him!

Caught off-guard, Fang Yu's hand suddenly burst into golden light, like a venomous snake, forcibly pulling over the knife, and with a strong yank, the assassin was pulled forward.

Snap!

Fang Yu grasped the assassin's wrist and pulled hard again.

The assassin could no longer control his body and, as if seeking death, his neck landed directly into Fang Yu's iron grip.

Crack!

Fang Yu brutally twisted his five fingers, the strength reeled in, and a crisp sound emitted.

The assassin was dead on the spot, eyes rolled back, unblinking even in death.

This entire series of movements took no more than three seconds. Other assassins were terror-stricken.

But Fang Yu hadn't stopped yet, kicking the corpse in his hand. The instant the body flew out, Fang Yu quickly and coldly snatched the dagger from the corpse's hand.

Then he lunged towards another assassin with an explosive step. His hand moved and the knife fell, utterly magnificent.

Like encountering a ghostly specter, in the blink of an eye, Fang Yu reached the front of the assassin, and without mercy, thrust the knife directly into his heart.

—

Another kick sent the body flying!

He turned around.

Facing the other two assassins. His figure swift as lightning, he burst between them. These two assassins were not fools; sensing something amiss, they turned to flee.

But Fang Yu was faster, reaching out with both hands simultaneously, grabbing their clothes.

Then, like an eagle catching chicks, he effortlessly lifted them!

Whoosh!

Fang Yu threw the two men out. Due to the tremendous force and speed, they had no chance to defend themselves and smashed directly into the front of the nearest car.

Bang Bang!

The car's headlights perfectly aligned with the impact of the two assassins. The brains burst forth, and blood splattered all over the front of the car!

This method was utterly ruthless and inhumane!

After dealing with these unknown assassins, Fang Yu's gaze shifted to Tian Lang.

"I told you, you all must die!"

Witnessing these inhumane scenes, Tian Lang's complexion turned ashen.

He finally realized a fact—Fang Yu earlier was just playing; now, he was showing his true strength. Facing this kind of Fang Yu, this assassination was doomed to fail!

"How is this possible!?" Tian Lang was stunned.

"Nothing is impossible!"

"You… are… a martial artist…" Tian Lang's lips trembled.

"Correct."

Fang Yu squinted his eyes, internally recalculating his strength; he was now at the Divine Dragon Technique Fourth Layer Heaven, which was not an ordinary cultivation path, "According to your division of martial arts… my strength should be—"

"Martial Arts Seventh Layer Heaven!"

Tian Lang's whole body shook, his pupils constricted!

Fear!

Terror!

Trembling!

His mind went blank.

How is this possible!

According to rumors, the most formidable person from the hidden Martial Arts Family of Lu Family, Lu Tianyuan, is only at Martial Arts Seventh Layer Heaven!

Yet here stands Fang Yu, merely in his twenties, and he is already at Martial Arts Seventh Layer!!!

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Watching as Fang Yu walked towards him.

He didn't dare to breathe loudly.

What mission, what Tian Lang, in the eyes of a master at Martial Arts Seventh Layer, they are less than ants!

Fang Yu smiled and removed a silver flower from his neck. Under the dim light, a crystalline brilliance emerged.

"Do you know what this is called?" Fang Yu spoke slowly, "Its real name is Mandala Flower, and it has another name—Death God!"

With a gentle twist.

"Actually, the other side of the petal is sharpened very thin because this is a blade!" Fang Yu gently lifted the Mandala Flower in his hand facing the light, "You see, the part of the flower has become the handle."

The light shone on the Mandala Flower, emitting a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

"You must think it's ugly, right?" Fang Yu slowly said, extremely patient, "Actually, it's not ugly at all!"

Suddenly, with a slight flick of Fang Yu's index finger, the petal part seemed to be summoned, emitting a soft whistling sound.

Zhen—

The petals opened, revealing its true face!

A long and exquisite blade suddenly grew, extending directly to a length of one foot.

Under the moonlight's cleansing, the other lights became bland and unremarkable.

The blade emitted bursts of murderous intent, the white light carrying a chilling breath!

What's even scarier is the blade thin as cicada's wing, as fine as a hair, which is Fang Yu's rumored personal weapon—Death God!

"Do you have any more questions?" Fang Yu walked to within five meters of Killer Tian Lang, asking with a cold gaze.

Tian Lang's figure suddenly trembled, his eyes revealing a hint of fear, and he involuntarily stepped back several steps before barely stabilizing and said, "You—"

As an assassin, Tian Lang had taken countless lives. He had a unique sensitivity to the murderous aura emanating from someone's body.

From the "Death God" blade in Fang Yu's hand, he could see blood that seemed to keep flowing.

A wave of uncontrollable fear emerged in his heart. He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

He knew well the nature of such individuals—they don't stop until their goal is achieved.

At the same time, he saw the murderous intent in Fang Yu's eyes. That was a killing intent!

Thus, Tian Lang stopped his steps.

He had no choice but to fight to the death!

Tian Lang just opened his mouth slightly, trembling as he said, "You...don't...force me!"

He fearfully used the honorific "you," a sign of his awe and fear towards a superior expert!

"Did Ji Qiubai forget to tell you? Anyone who has seen the Mandala Flower has only one outcome—that is—death!"

Whiz!

Fang Yu moved.

Like a wraith.

His figure shuttled in front of him, the Mandala emitting a meteor-like trail under the bright moonlight.

Tian Lang instinctively raised his dagger, trying his best to block this incoming attack.

But while the dagger was still in mid-air, the Mandala had already reached his throat.

"Fang Yu, don't!"

Just then, a figure rushed forward in haste, Xu Zhaopei wearing white clothes with a worried expression appeared in the view.

As Xu Zhaopei witnessed this scene, she screamed these four words with all her might.

Fang Yu was about to kill people!

The thugs on the streets had all vanished!

Only bloodstains and iron bars lay messily all over the place.

Xu Zhaopei was frightened.

She was scared of Fang Yu killing people.

She knew what killing represented—it signified an irreversible past, a lifelong stigma.

"Fang Yu...do not...do not kill people..." Xu Zhaopei's voice trembled.

"Not kill people?"

Fang Yu glanced with peripheral vision towards Xu Zhaopei under the streetlamp, then showed a faint smile, muttering, "Good thing, what I kill is not a person!"

Whiz!

With a wave of his hand.

The Mandala's cold light flashed, slashing across Tian Lang's throat, as if nothing had happened, the Mandala reverted back to its original form, hanging on his chest.

Xu Zhaopei thought that Fang Yu had turned back, relieved that he had made such a decision.

But not long after Fang Yu turned around—

A red slender cut appeared on Tian Lang's neck, suddenly, the cut widened, and blood sprayed out like a burst flower, terribly horrifying.